Freshly baked every morning,
Even at noon and in the evening,
In different shapes and colors-
Some dense, some light
Some like desert manna
Some flat, some leavened
Some long and whole
Or sliced in small pieces
Some cooled, some hot
So soft and then some hard
With such Heavenly aromas
Served at the Master's Table
Of chairs, booths, benches
And cushions for tired knees,
Healing is the children's bread.
They hunger no more for worldy feasts.
Even their dogs eat the fallen crumbs,
Sometimes portions from their hands;
As the children drink Living Water,
They thirst no more for bitter fountains
And sources of a soul's diseases.
On earth the Master tabernacles
With us for many days of Heaven.
Within without we are healed
And given our daily bread.
I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.
My dreams and desires
Are to write to inspire
I have so much to give
That is my reason to live
Peace always invades my spirit
I’m so glad my soul welcomes it
My compass to my life is lost
I cannot navigate the way home so pen pays the cost
I will always write to find my way
To my God I pray
As the realization dawned on me
When my pen flows I’m free
I can be anybody I want to be
So many of us have to settle for a life of deception
I shall soar beyond this world's limitations
In all things, follow your heart
In life be careful how you walk and talk
Think it, believe it
Don’t hold back do it
Let your dream grow
Please let God take control
Springtime fills the air,
like laughing gas.
(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
are starting to dance.
(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their lawn.
I watch them the same way dogs watch TV:
Confused and intrigued,
with a slight urge to pee.
The father cuts grass,
like a sleepwalker.
(Or maybe more like a zombie -
Ravenous for cheap beer, instead of brains.)
A six pack later,
he starts washing his car.
(Or watering his driveway.)
He's spreading on wax so he's set when it rains.
The mother kneels in dirt,
tending the garden.
(More like digging in a sandbox.)
Her spade is rusty. (Figuratively, at least.)
A sunset later,
she cooks family dinner.
(Or maybe orders some pizza.)
(If every mouth is fed, she can call it a feast.)
I watch them the same way dogs watch TV.
The son plays war games,
dying for fun.
(Or maybe more for practice.)
He whines about fruit drinks, as well as the heat.
A full pitcher later,
tweaking on sugar,
(Or maybe just corn starch.)
the war escalates, 'til its time to go eat.
The daughter makes a picnic,
inviting her toys.
(Or maybe not.)
(Her plastic spread can only spread so thin!)
After the tea time,
she's off picking flowers.
(Or maybe weeds.)
(As long as they're pretty, there's a vase that they'll fit in.)
They gather, as a family, at the table to say grace.
They hold each others' hands and say, "Amen."
(And proceed to stuff their face.)
The dog sits by the boy -
Loyal and true.
(Or maybe just hungry.)
He drools as he stares from the corners of his eyes.
he offers to help with the dishes.
(Or maybe he demands it.)
The boy sneaks him a bite. The dog is not surprised.
Bedtime comes soon after.
The kids are sent to brush their teeth.
(Or maybe just to run the sink.)
They put on their jammies, and to bed, they go.
After tucking them in,
the parents watch TV.
(Or maybe they just dream they do,
sleeping in its glow.)
The dog is changing channels,
looking for a better show.
Confused and intrigued,
he pees on the carpet below.
One fine day, I planned a visit to zoo
Alone landed amidst the fauna left so few
Treaded merrily on greenery, singing my heart out
Whilst a lion’s scary roar made me shout
‘Ah! Another visitor’, said the lion annoyingly
‘Why should we entertain you?’ said he fumingly
‘What’s the point in wasting your energy and mine?
Making us do the funny acts, do they seem so divine?’
Hearing those words I dared
Reduced the distance, still scared
Said I, ‘Stop fuming King of Jungle, watch out for your age,
Hadn’t I come to visit you, wouldn’t you be bored in your cage?’
‘The answer dwells in your question, silly girl
You humans have no heart of pearls,
The so-called king of jungle imprisoned in cage
Heartthrob of millions I was, at my early age’
‘To meet my family, hope it doesn’t get too late
I need to eagerly meet ‘em all, my cubs, my mate
I still feel them, they are waiting for me
Oh girl! Be kind enough to set me free.’
I couldn’t have done that with all my might
Turned my way, delighted by a peacock’s sight
The multihued beauty was sheltered in a metallic cage
Awe! Gloomy this beauty looked, in distress and rage
‘What is wrong? Do you want to fly?’
It turned around and looked straight at the sky
‘Show me those vibrant feathers, the fan-like crest
Guests would adore seeing you dance at your best’
‘I dance just for my love, my love for rain,
Cool breeze no more likes crossing my lane
Why do I open my feathers without my mate’s presence?
Just to amuse you, I shall do; confined in this fence’
Dumbstruck, I decided to turn my way
Walked ahead in quest of animals happy and gay
There it was! A crazy monkey, flirting and making its choice
Mimicking others and playing around, hear its evil noise
Bouncing, bouncing and dancing, dancing
It ruled as if dungeon’s dominant king
Wow! You look so happy; what’s the reason?
‘Girl! No more fun for you, ‘coz free I’ll be from this prison’.
Two giant men came forward and opened the door
Good Lord! It’ll be free, unkind humans is just animal’s lore!
Monkey screeched, ‘Meet me soon in the nearby forest
Where I meet my pals, play, eat, have fun and rest’
Happy to see the monkey’s joy, I walked ahead
Across the bushes, saw a van, a huge van in red
Giant men carried animals and dumped in the van
Shocked I was to see the sight and reckoned their plan
Why was my monkey friend inside, for what purpose?
It was clear as I read the van’s name, ‘The Great Royal Circus!’
So swift behooves...
in challenging quest...
race their best...
A treasure to win...
one measurable test...
for equine ones..
neurotic narcotics reared reason in rows,
plucked pith-fully from truth,
agile enough in politick to anesthetise the waste,
languishing amongst the cling-filmed choral-forms
of symbiotic silicone…
the future lay dormant,
adjudicating the agricultural status
of domesticated foreign policy…
Seventeen cats are what we see.
Each one different to a degree,
Buddy, Mama, Peppy, and Le-Pew,
These are what, we named a few.
Seventeen cats, now what to do.
How to feed them, we had no clue,
They are Ferrell, wild and scared.
Scrapping, for food they appeared.
Six big, seven little, four just born,
Hungry, lost, looking so forlorn,
Feeding them is definitely a chore.
Now, oh so many trips to the store,
We have no choice, we feed them all.
Unfortunately, they are sick, we saw.
One walks away, into the woods, alone.
Never to be seen again, Natures condone.
More and more leave, at different times.
What a shame, they did no crimes.
Animals are our, precious humanities guild.
Without any compassion, humanity cannot build.
I was a-munchin’ ‘n’ a-crunchin’ on some crackers ‘n’ cheese
When a-someone or a-somethin’ came ‘n’ tickled my knees –
With her tail up in the air in a question mark tease,
‘Twas my little grey kitten mewin’ wide-green eyed pleas –
Beggin’ of her human, “Oh kind human, please
Won’t you let me share in yer crackers ‘n’ cheese?”
I looked into her tiny face ‘n’ made the choice with ease –
Doncha know that to my heart this kitten holds the keys?
I felt her purrs flow past me, a gentle, liltin’ breeze,
‘N’ now my kitten’s doin’ the munchin’ on my crackers ‘n’ cheese!
Dear little pony, the children’s clown,
Rough mane stands tall, his thick tail tumbles down.
Jiggety, jog. Yes, some riders have frowned.
Dad can ride him with two feet on the ground!
He’s a tough little, nuggety, wonderful chap
Who can live on the roughest of diet mishap.
We don’t feed him oats much, he’ll founder on those,
But if you can ride him you’re right home and hosed!
He’s full of the tricks that intelligence brings.
He’s always a challenge until mummy sings
Out loud, lets him know that he can’t get away
With presenting his backside to children today.
The children must learn how to command him too.
It isn’t the easiest thing they must do,
But they look for the pleasure of riding again,
So they learn how to handle tough diamond disdain.
They must learn how to stop him from racing away
Towards home when his head is turned facing that way.
His mind is on resting with food in his trough,
But his job is to teach, and he does it but tough!
Tough diamond’s a doorway to wonderful thrills
In the glorious world of the horseman’s spills
And great challenges. Once you can master this rascal
Nothing can daunt you. Introductory sample
Of every excitement that riding can offer,
He’s cute, pert, adorable, and he can proffer
Essential abilities. Gratitude is
The gateway to mastery, sire of bliss!
Every offence becomes laughable when
You think back to this tough little customer. Then
Your mind turns to teaching, as Daddy once did.
No more can the mud of offence cause a skid.
You’ll go round it. Or jump it. There’s no need to fall
When Gratitude’s mastered. Remembering all
Those scuffles you had that your dad helped you through,
You’ll mother, or father, or teach others too.
I do not know?
Why should we live if we have
nothing to live for?
Why should we live if we have
nothing to die for?
Why should we live if
no one cares?
Why should we live if you're
loved by no one?
Why should we live if no
one likes you?
Why should we live if
no one loves you?
Each day is just a day
Each day is a day closer to death.
What's the point of living?
Some may say none,
Others may say why.
Why should we live?
Tell me and I will think about your answer.
have you ever had that perfect day?
the day when no matter what the world can seem to do no wrong?
when everything seems right?
savour it i tell you!
cherish every last moment of it for tommorow may not be the same,
for you see though you may have one good day,
many bad days filled with dark emotions shall follow,
however you see,
even though your in a bad spot,
youve had good times,
many of them too,
and nothing on earth,
not evan death can remove them from you,
for moments may last a second,
but memorys last forever.
Pitter Patter kitty's natter,
meow on the wall
eight to go after the fall-
what a whisker risk-er!
And such a minxy tinker!
The paws at the door
straight to the cupboard crumb
sneaky biscuits for the tum,
and into the hall a cry "Mum!-
What's for dinner?"
Excitement building-Oh, she could feel it,
Thousands of people seating themselves,
Her mistress had her on the grooming table,
Each hair had to be in just the right spot.
This was not the first time for her,
But something was different tonight,
"We have to win this one, my Sweet!
You'll be a Champion if we do!"
Now they were waiting to enter the ring-
Finally, the whistle blew,
Trotting around the ring was exhilerating,
It always made her nerves stand on edge.
The judge was coming to her table,
he probed and felt her carefully,
Then she trotted up and down for him,
"Good!" he said under his breath.
Her mistress paled and almost fainted.
At last, the judging was finished,
She could feel the breathlessness in the air,
She was one of those he looked at a second time,
The moment of truth was at hand.
He pointed at her and said, "She's number one!"
The crowd went wild-the cheering exploded,
Her mistress hugged her, tears getting her fur wet,
As the ribbons were hung around her neck
She thought, "Doggie treats tonight--isn't Life fun!"
the bowl aquarium
i can hear fish breathe with me
beneath the ocean
Old Granny had a big brown kitten, which was the love of her life.
Old Granny’s eyes were failing, of that there was no doubt.
She swore her cat was a gentle Persian, a sweet little cat.
Now everyone loved Old Granny and so tolerated how it did act.
We didn’t have the heart to tell her how wild it was, you know.
Like the time it jumped thru her screen window going after a bird.
Or how it tore up another screen to get to a squirrel up in a tree.
Or how it climbed the preacher’s leg to get his bowl of ice cream.
The chicken coup was violated by another fateful event.
But granny wouldn’t listen, because she loved that crazy thing.
She said it was a kitten, but it had very Huge, great big paws
And as it grew that sleek, short haired, big thing, truthfully began to roar.
It eventually laid in wait for anything that would cross it’s path…
Oh my goodness Granny… Goodness! Goodness! Goodness!
That’s a mountain lion and NOT a cat!
From that day forward we called her Old Granny Goodness…
For the trouble she could find, Oh My Goodness
Everybody loved her, she was the talk and entertainment of our town.
But a more loving and dear soul, will never be found.
AN ODE TO THANKSGIVING
‘twas the night of Thanksgiving
and all through the feast
not a creature was stirring
not even a beast
The turkey was laid on the table with care
in the hopes that Melissa and Kaitlyn
would soon be there.
They feasted and feasted
‘till their bellies were full
when all of a sudden
a noise came from a hole
A mouse who was quite small came up
out of that hole in the wall
It squeaked and squeaked
and gave such a fright
that they ran away screaming
into the night
But then all of the sudden
there came a big clatter
as the mouse was scrambling
upon the fruit platter
“Wait’ it said, “I’m just like you”
“I would love to be your friend too!”
Melissa and Kaitlyn squealed with delight
as they picked up the mouse
and ran from the sight
They ran through the feast
and then through the kitchen
when all of the sudden
the mouse started ‘twitchen
“Wait!” said the mouse,
“I heard a noise:
I think it was because of those very large boys-
the boys who are eating Chips Ahoy!”
Melissa and Kaitlyn turned in disgust
thinking that those boys were nuts
“How odd!” said the mouse
“that they should have a part-y
and forget to invite you and me!”
So they went and stole a chip
from the bag that was resting on his hip.
But when they ran back to the feast
they ran right into that big old beast.
“Stop!” the beast said
“or I’ll knock off your head,”
“hand me that bag and you be alright.”
“just as long as you get out of my sight.”
They gave him the bag and ran right away
To go take their leave, down to the stock of hay.
It had been a long day
so they slept in the hay
and dreamt sweetly
of their Thanksgiving Day.
On my porch
is a raccoon-
He said he’d leave by June,
but he’s been stealing all my spoons;
and his paws are always in my pots,
tying my plants all up in knots.
He steals all my dog’s food,
and always walks around in the nude.
Now I don’t know how to get rid of a nude raccoon,
maybe I’ll tie his junk to a giant balloon.
I walked my dog a time tonight,
All through the schoolyard lot.
Two young boys were playing there.
One was white -- one was not.
My faithful friend went up to them,
His tail all awynd.
Sniffed their hands and licked their faces,
No difference did he find.
So it does strike me strange to think,
We must be strictly taught.
Who it is our friends should be,
And who our friends should not.
We trod too long a time a time tonight tonight,
Despite the fading light.
And of the boys departing,
They both seemed dark as night.
So it was my canine benign,
Fashioned this hopeful paradigm.
A kinder world we could find,
If we were all -- Color Blind-- .
Horatio, you sly and cunning feline.
You think you're smart.
Yes, you think I don't know what
you do when I go to work.
But I know, old boy, I know.
I know that you clean your slick gray fur
in front of the mirror.
I know that you make sure that
your collar is straight
and that your whiskers are trimmed.
You have to look your best
when she's there, don't you?
I know that you invite that calico
from the garden over
when I'm at work.
I know that you two play my Coltrane records-
to get you in the mood.
I can picture you two tapping your paws
and bobbing your furry heads to the beat,
feeling the groove,
digging that sax.
I can picture you laying next to her.
Your tail moving like a pendulum,
Your yellow eyes giving her
that "come hither look."
When I come home,
there is a plume of blue cigarette smoke
hanging in the air
and there are two empty wine glasses
with paw prints on the coffee table.
And you Horatio,
lie there in the blanketing sunbeam
from the window,
pretending to daydream of mice.
The thicket 'midst
Carpets of blue bell hue-
Hoping the horse didn't loose
animals are so cute and cuddly they
are fun to be with.
A animal will do you no wrong.
They can be your best friend too.
They can also be your eyes when you
are unable to see.
They can pertect you from intruders
and warn you of any danger.
Animals like to be near you they love
to be carressed and played with
They have big ones they have little
ones there is always a animal out
there for you
Animals can take the loneliness out
Everyone should have one as a pet
or a companion for they need us
as we need
they strut like a cat
in front of the greedy eyes
i sit watching them
I do not know?
of their prowling lips.
every one has time
to leave, red bird starts to fly
wings flap with new hope
I do not know?
I like cute dogs, poofy dogs, goofy dogs,
Wiggly Giggly Barking dogs, quiet dogs too,
Smart dogs, silly dogs, crazy dogs, lazy dogs,
Large agressive guarding dogs,
Those are just a few,
I enjoy helpful dogs, playful dogs, bashful dogs,
Hyperactive athlete dogs,
How about you?
How about birds, do you like birds?
Fat birds, slender birds,
Small flutery skittish birds,
Exotic birds too?
Long legged birds, short legged birds,
pink birds, white birds,
250 pound birds (just the ostrich, mind you...)
Feathery birds, Arctic Birds,
Tropic Birds, Desert Birds,
Rodent-eating raptor birds,
wait, I'm not through,
I know, you like bugs!
Dull bugs, colorful bugs,
Icky Creepy crawly bugs,
Biting bugs too,
Flying bugs, walking bugs,
Running bugs, jumping bugs,
Maggot-Bearing Bullimic Bugs,
Those are just a few,
Stinky bugs, Slimy bugs,
Aphid eating ladybugs,
Luminescent Phosphorescent Glowing bugs too!
I love them all
Big and small,
Animals are off the wall,
But don't trip
Just be hip,
Dont be givin' me no lip,
Animals are here for a purpose,
They have prodigiously covered the earths surface,
They are what we see what we learn, what we love, what we hate,
Some can be oh so meddlesome, but they have been helpful as of late,
Helping us to plow our fields, sniff out crooks, give us food,
Fulfill other necessities, so please let us not be rude,
Lets give these critters their credit due,
To animals everywhere, we love you!!
(You may say "no", but trust me, you do..)
Strange it looks,
some one crying on winning a race.
He was o loser and a victor.
After such a long fight,
what is left on a banished field ?
broken skulls and roaring laughter,
Everything was crushed under falling snow
And over the fire hangs a skeleton
The real truth again hides in the
There is no witness of any crime.
The court adjournd and the symbolists
Justice has come for a sale.
The highest bidder will get the chair
Now will begin the layered aches
Lost in my life
everything is a myestery
i can not describe
what is happening in history
for life is not pain
when people have life
then the time perscribes a wife
when world comes to an end
then everything goes stright down the drain
so time is just a bend
for all the soul of the experments of the lain
for everyone trys
and everyone dies
when time just slows down
then i hit the ground
for everwhere i go
i just went really want to show
and things will not pass
as i go now in the grass
Hey, I am Pet(e).
I am happy,
…to be 10 years old
and really obedient,
yet still I am Pet(e), the
of the family,
just like Man(dy);
so please, don’t sass
and throw me not
the circle, if
I am no longer, as you feel,
cute to you,
‘cos I am not your accessory!
they have stopped moving with me like clouds,
Sap frozen, inertia overtaking
mouth after mouth black shut.
Toads are croaking.
Incence of hate wafting
from scrolling suicides.
The terrorist is on move
from valley to valley
shrine to shrine
river to river.
Bulls in veils bellowing in dark.
Self-seeking or sensing the history ?
Intentness of kill or empathy of pain ?
Who were the masters hiding behind hills ?
Let me choose my scratchings from unknown pen.
My paper should remain unwritten,
nobody will draw the line
nobody will put the signatures.